Together we traveled
Together to Meca
Paris rouge blue green
yellow noir
The sky of Van Gogh
over us and dancers
and love and wet sex
for us
for us that are
so thirsty
and so full
of fire
Paris scents
Degas and Lautrec
Is cold and humid
and Absinthe is
warm
Baudelaire ghost
has taken us
to that brothel
the Harem where
we are about
to dance
It's raining outside
but our tent is lighted
orange and blue
Losing our minds
on frenzy and debauchery
this orgy all around
painted and draw
We lick and lick
roses of all kinds
we come and come
inside vessels that moan
French words and sounds
and cats
Miau Miauuuuuu
